Life After Sundown

by Ghoultown

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Dead Outlaw 02:55
Dead Outlaw dead outlaw gunslinger stalkin thru the streets if my neighbors all say I’m a mean-eyed freak then that’s just what I’ll be got skeletons in my backyard all hangin from the trees my house is dark if you step inside you might think it’s halloween black guitar slingin dog at the front of the show if I gotta hang by the neck just to get you off then come on show me the rope I ain’t afraid to spit in the wind I always gotta do or die you say I don’t fit your rock n roll well funny thing, I never tried chorus: dead outlaw born my mother’s only son dead outlaw always on the run I don’t care what you say I gotta do ain’t gonna change my ways to fit your rules shoot ya straight from the black of my heart shoot ya straight from the black of my heart thirty four years and countin it's always been my way I got a taste for darkness and I’ll let you know that you ain't been the first to say I got a strange way of spendin my time the way I wanna be hangin round with the walkin dead cuz the livin ain’t down with me
Against a Crooked Sky nightfall hit us hard and the darkness complete we were ridin through the valley of death we were three men strong from the town of Abilene the smell of whiskey on our breath the first man was a con who had cheated all his life the second was a fiend of no repent the third man was I who would murder for a price a trio you could bet was devil sent chorus: we were bound for somewhere new to steal more lives riding on the midnight wind against a crooked sky as we rode on through, the moonlight crept above nocturnal eyes watched all around we never rested once, we had no time to waste on the wings of greed we were bound we laughed as we went, all the hell that we'd wrought on all those who got in our way not one hour before, we snuffed another life the blood still fresh upon our blades the wind came from the west, it whipped from side to side a cloud of dust erupted to stop us in our tracks for a moment we were blind from the grit in our eyes but slowly it cleared as laughter filled the sky and there before us stood a posse bathed in black their steeds nothing more than rotted bone their gaze was all afire and razor whips they cracked to shred the skin upon our backs one of them spoke with the gravel in his voice [your reign of evil is done] [you may ride a crooked sky but death does too] [the blood on your hands is your own] we were bound for somewhere new, condemned to ride forever in the afterlife against a crooked sky
Werewolves On Wheels listen up baby we got something you should know there’s a riot in the streets and you are in the show just tighten up yer jaw and thicken up yer hide cuz these rebel outlaws gonna show you how to ride! 1978 in the year of our lord we is rebel trash you know it was a time for feelin right that’s when we come out to ride the smell of blood be our guide chorus: let’s creepy crawl through broken jaws roll them bones out on the lawn show them all how it feels to shake the urge we have to kill we’ll show them all ride werewolves on wheels round the pit werewolves howl and sing high on flesh suckin moonshine gasoline fire our guns cuz we’re proud of bein thugs there’s nothin like a fine-tuned machine watch the leather on our backs burnin down the road we’re on the hunt for another overload TNT like a stick of dynamite who gives a damn if we come out alive
I Spit On Your Grave it’s night and the wind blows it moves through the trees sinister and haunting on its way as it creeps I lie in this dark place searching myself for the strength I had before it all came down chorus: and maybe if you were smarter you would’ve gotten farther but now you can’t be saved a sinner will be chosen his bones will be broken on this judgment day I spit on your grave I’m lost in this limbo left here to die in this tarnished veil of scarlet solitude but nothing can stop me from bringing my vengeance down on the men who have done me wrong it’s night and the graves moan begging oh lord please forgive me for what I must do tonight so one man by one man I deal retribution in cruel deserved twist of fate
Find a Good Horse I heard this as I walked upon on the dusty street everybody still spittin in my face I scratched it on the back of another piece of leather so I could remember what to say if you give ‘em enough fire they'll burn themselves if you give ‘em enough rope they'll hang I remember what the wise man told me don't ever be afraid to... chorus: find a good horse and ride to the end and that's just what the hell I'm gonna do take a chance with every breath you ain't got nothin else to lose a man's word is the blade of a knife words carry weight it’s true you can't go wrong when a good thing catches on just take it from The News if you give ‘em enough fire they'll burn themselves if you give ‘em enough rope they'll hang I remember what the wise man told me don't ever be afraid to...
Drink With the Living Dead I was sittin in The Thirsty Devil one sheet hung to the wind when the bat wings doors creaked open and a stranger sauntered in he moved his head from side to side and glared with a sunken eye I heard the spin of a rusty spur as he shook off the dreary night he lowered his hat, checked his gun and headed toward the bar walked on up beside me I knew he’d traveled far in a voice as thick as mud he looked to the ‘keep and said… “one shot of whiskey for myself and one for my new friend” the patrons whispered hushed and low they seemed to be afraid as if a ghost had stood right up and walked out of its grave his face was shallow and dirty his skin like leather hide sure he spoke like any man but something wasn’t right so I twisted on my stool turned to him and said “thank you sir, but just the same, I’m chasin worms instead” he growled and shoved the drink my way his eyes cold as death “I pick the drinks, you knock ‘em back else draw against my hand” chorus: when it’s six to midnight and the boney hand of death is nigh you better drink your drink and shut your mouth if you draw against his hand, you can never win go ahead… drink with the living dead “who the hell do you think you are?” my patience growin thin but swallow hard, I had to do, when the story he began his lips curled back and words came forth starting up the tale and every face inside that bar turned a shade of pale “my name is Stanton Cree and I died three years before I shot a man to steal his drink at least that’s what they hung me for now I’m cursed to walk the earth and challenge every night a man to match me drink for drink or by the bullet die” “now wait a minute, mister, no one makes me a fool” I pushed the shot of whiskey back on over towards the ghoul “I love a drink like any man but that’s a losin game to drink or draw against the dead would only be insane” Stanton Cree tipped his hat and laughed a wicked laugh “you see, the lord cursed my soul for killin that poor man there ain’t no choice so you must try to match me shot for shot if you win, then you’ll go free and I can finally rot” the barhop nodded slowly and I knew that I was screwed if I chose to duel the dead then I would surely lose so I took the glass and threw the shot into my throat I would match him drink for drink no matter if I choked whiskey, tequila, vodka, rum or gin ain’t no man that I can’t beat be him live or dead so into the morning I matched him ounce for ounce til Stanton Cree fell over and a winner was announced now he rests in his pine box and I still walk the streets but I don’t forget the night when death had chosen me there ain’t no fancy moral to go with this I fear unless you aim to kill a man and drink down his last beer!
Train To Nowhere I’m on a train to nowhere I’m on a new road of life I’m restless and I’m thirsty hangin on the edge of a knife cuz all my dreams are over I see shadows on the moon bad luck is blowin with the whistle rollin on down to my doom flowers don’t wither in the springtime lord it seems so unreal I found myself standin over her body lyin so still I’m on a train to nowhere I’m on a new path to hell I’m cold and I’m tired listening to her spirit wail cuz I’m a man lost to sorrow ridin this rail without rest love can be so lonely when it’s all that you have left
Under the Phantom Moon the high hawk knows where the rabbit goes and the buzzard marks the kill but few there be with eyes to see the tall men riding still we hark in vain on the speeding train for an echo of hoofbeat thunder and the yellow wheat is a winding sheet for cattle trails plowed under hoofdust flies at the low moon's rise and the bullbat's lonesome whir is an echoed note from the longhorn throat, a steer as it were inch by inch, time draws the cinch, till the saddles creak no more and they the lords of the cattle hordes shall tally a final score chorus: oh the tall men riding under the phantom moon oh the tall men riding hoofbeats like hammers of doom this is the song that the night birds sing as the phantom herds trail by horn by horn where the long plains throw flat miles to the sky and this is the song that the night birds wail where the Texas plains lie wide over the dust of a ghostly trail where the phantom tall men ride
Life After Sundown it's life after sundown in a mexican town south of the border when the sun goes down in the southern sky then you know it's time for us to rise when the sun goes down you know we'll load all our rounds and ride for the place that lives by the gun cover yourself in black no color in this world we know cuz only money is gold and life is cheap when we come to your town like the resurrection of the dead only the best will live to the end


Ghoultown's sixth studio release, LIFE AFTER SUNDOWN, embodies the soul of their guitar-slinging pursuits with a mix of horror rock, punk-twang, and spaghetti western flair. One of the band's most successful albums, featuring fan-favorites such as "Drink With the Living Dead," "Werewolves On Wheels," and "Under the Phantom Moon." With top-notch production by Chris Telkes, another amazing cover by Dan Brereton, guest players, and powerful songwriting, this is a must-have Ghoultown release.


released October 10, 2008


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Ghoultown Dallas, Texas

Since 1999, Ghoultown has delivered their unique brand of spaghetti-western infused rock across the musical badlands. Described as an “uncharted crossroads between Johnny Cash and Rob Zombie,” the Texas-based band defies conventional classification with a list of catchy, horror-influenced songs and a distinctive, dark western image to match. ... more

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